MidReal Story

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Apr 27

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I tapped my foot, counting the seconds as I waited for the email to send.

The progress bar inched across the screen with agonizing slowness.

Finally, the email sent, and I leaned back in my chair with a sigh of relief.

My project was moving forward.

My fingers tapped out a quick rhythm on the desktop as I considered my next steps.

It was going to take a lot of practice, but I was confident that I could make it work.

I had a vision of perfection in my mind, and I was determined to bring it to life.

I’d always loved music, and I’d been playing the piano since I was old enough to reach the keys.

But even though I was good, I knew that I could never be great.

I just didn’t have the talent for it.

But that didn’t mean I had to give up my dream of being a musician.

There were other ways to make music.

Ways that didn’t require a human touch.

I glanced over at the grand piano in the corner of my father’s old office, now transformed into my personal workspace.

The keys gleamed under the bright overhead light, and I felt a smile tugging at my lips as I thought about what I’d been working on for the past few months.

It was going to change everything.

The doorbell rang, shattering my concentration, and I jerked in surprise as the sound filled the room.

I frowned at the email notification on my computer screen, but I knew better than to check it now.

My mother would be here any minute to take me to dinner, and she hated it when I kept her waiting.

Not that she’d yell at me or anything -my mother never raised her voice- but she would get this disappointed look in her eyes that would make me feel like a complete failure as a son, and that was almost worse than if she’d yelled at me.

I glanced at my watch and sighed.

I had at least two minutes before she’d be at the door.

My fingers tapped out a quick rhythm as I waited for her to ring the bell again.

She always rang it twice when she was in a hurry.

It was her way of letting me know that she didn’t have time to sit around waiting for me.

I could hear her footsteps on the front walk, and then the sound of keys jangling as she unlocked the deadbolt on the front door.

I held my breath as I listened to her footsteps approaching my office.

As soon as they faded away down the hall, I let out a sigh of relief and turned back to my computer screen.

I had a lot of work to do if I wanted to finish this project by the end of the summer.

But it would be worth it.

It would be perfect.